Twas a night like this
I might say
that I felt like explaining
if I may
the difference between the sand and the stars
why some planets have water
and some are dry like mars
though some things may be different
some things the same
they are all apart
of this wonderful game
variety is the spice of life mother used to say
bestowing casual wisdom
in her own funny way
though stars and sand may differ greatly
I have examined both
in the dreams I have had lately
the closer you look the more you will see
though the atoms may change
they are no different to you and me
we might all have varying features
but we are not so different
from other creatures
the sea, the sand, the sky and the birds
we each have a home
in this magical universe

As a child
I always used to love the swings
begging my mum
to go higher and higher
flying through the air
the chains crashing about
addicted to that feeling
now I'm only swinging from the ceiling

I am so tired
I have been strong for so long
I am putting up the best fight I can
But I'm exhausted
tired of swimming against the current
and pushing boulders up hills
I don't know how many more arrows I can pull
or how many more daggers my back can take
although my skin keeps getting thicker
I still feel them break through
the scars are all still there
getting through each day
with strength and difficulty
growing in direct proportion

Loving you is weightless
Gliding through the summer air
Kisses like the gentle breeze
Nothing dragging us down
Only bringing each other up
Floating any which way we please.

I heard about it all my life
I was sure I knew the meaning
but I hadn't felt this so-called feeling
I listened to all the songs
explaining how wonderful it is
Yet I hadn't met these butterflies
or had my heart leap out my chest
Now I look at the pillow where you laid
and I miss you
I want you here
Every part of my day is brighter with you there
when you aren't
your footprints mark my mind
Crossing it more often than not
Each moment I get lost in thought
I find myself thinking of you
But I didn't know
Just how terrifying it is
to be in love.

poor bob
always expected
to put family above all
to sacrifice the things he loves
for the people he loves
yet always depended on
to compromise
for the things they love

Fear and doubt are questions
Intuition brings statements